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ysr gramz & louie ray - smoke da same lyrics

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i just rolled a thoink up, b+tch, i’m higher than a pilot
f+ck around and run my money up and go buy an island
your raps weak as h+ll, like the motherf+cking lions
a n+gga touch gram, then that motherf+cker dying
the opps just died, now them motherf+ckers crying
you ever bought a bag, and ain’t n0body buy it?
everybody doing scams, so i gotta f+cking try it
you got that gun in your hand? then you better f+cking fire
that sh+t come in twos, like a motherf+cking [?]
i have my n+gga dash shoot your ass in your eyelid
[?] b+tch like the baby, lil b+tch, you my sidekick
i’ma f+ck one time, i ain’t never gon’ buy sh+t
i put my gun down, and beat your ass like tyson
i remember i was tryna come up, shooting dice
n+ggas got k’s, look just like isis
unc hit my line, say he looking for that white sh+t
when i pick up them boes, my driver is a white b+tch
i took that n+gga boes back, i ain’t even like it
got an fn on my hip, lil n+gga, i ain’t fighting
got a five case sale, so i gotta go to brighton
my n+gga do scams all day, shout out ryan
teach you how to get this f+cking money, it ain’t sciance
you know your mans [?] lil n+gga, don’t be [?]
off white [?] on a n+gga feet [?]
hit your lil b+tch from the back, that lil p+ssy is the tightest
i ain’t get the head from her, that lil b+tch had [?]
you wanna f+ck my b+tch, you gon’ have to f+cking buy it
feel llike sauce walka, lil n+gga, you gon’ have to buy it
[verse 2: louie ray]
n+gga, f+ck the smell, [?] trapping
you can tell it’s fire off the smell for you try it
all you gotta do is take a lighter up and light it
yeah, n+gga, i’m flying
throw new tires on the lack, [?]
i got bullets coming out the nose like sinous
i be playing everybody [?] like i ain’t buy it
she blow me down like i’m a king [?]
they don’t think that boy [?] the scene, ’cause he
they don’t think that boy [?] scene, ’cause he quite
everytime i pull up on the scene, they be eyeing
and every b+tch i ok
every b+tch who dm that i hit, they replying
better not let n0body make me mad this year, they dying
know i’ma probably do it too for real, i was crying
bust a pie down in fours, divide it
we on the [?] flint and beecher colliding
be iced til we old as f+ck, mike, i decided
this the type of rap that make you feel real when i provide it

- ysr gramz louie ray lyrics

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